Quote by Chuck Palahniuk: “Welcome to Fight Club. The first rule of Fight ...” Chuck Palahniuk > Quotes > Quotable Quote “Welcome to Fight Club. The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is: you DO NOT talk about Fight Club! Third rule of Fight Club: if someone yells “stop!”, goes limp, or taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule: only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule: one fight at a time, fellas. Sixth rule: the fights are bare knuckle. No shirt, no shoes, no weapons. Seventh rule: fights will go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule: if this is your first time at Fight Club, you have to fight.” Read more quotes from Chuck Palahniuk Share this quote: Fight Club (1999) - Quotes - IMDb Fight Club (1999) Share this: Facebook | Twitter | Permalink Hide options Tyler Durden : Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering.

God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off. Share this: Facebook | Twitter | Permalink Hide options Tyler Durden : Welcome to Fight Club. The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is: you DO NOT talk about Fight Club! Third rule of Fight Club: someone yells "stop!", goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule: only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule: one fight at a time, fellas. Sixth rule: No shirts, no shoes. Seventh rule: fights will go on as long as they have to.

And the eighth and final rule: if this is your first time at Fight Club, you have to fight. Share this: Facebook | Twitter | Permalink Hide options Tyler Durden : You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. Share this: Facebook | Twitter | Permalink Hide options Tyler Durden : Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive.

If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned- Tyler. Narrator : Well, what do you want me to do? You just want me to hit you? Tyler Durden : C'mon, do me this one favor. Tyler Durden : Why? I don't know why; I don't know. Never been in a fight. You? Narrator : No, but that's a good thing. Tyler Durden : No, it is not. How much can you know about yourself, you've never been in a fight? I don't wanna die without any scars. So come on; hit me before I lose my nerve. Narrator : This is crazy. Tyler Durden : So go crazy. Let 'er rip. Narrator : I don't know about this. Tyler Durden : I don't either. Who gives a shit? No one's watching. What do you care? Narrator : Whoa, wait, this is crazy. You want me to hit you? Tyler Durden : [beat] Surprise me. Narrator : This is so fucking stupid... [Narrator swings, connects against Tyler's head] Tyler Durden : Motherfucker!

You hit me in the ear! Narrator : Well, Jesus, I'm sorry. Tyler Durden : Ow, Christ... why the ear, man? Narrator : Guess I fucked it up... Narrator : You're making a big mistake, fellas! Police Officer: You said you would say that. Narrator : I'm not Tyler Durden! Police Officer: You told us you'd say that, too. Narrator : All right then, I'm Tyler Durden. Listen to me, I'm giving you a direct order. We're aborting this mission right now. Police Officer: You said you would definitely say that. Tyler Durden : [pointing at an emergency instruction manual on a plane] You know why they put oxygen masks on planes? Narrator : So you can breathe. Tyler Durden : Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you're taking giant panicked breaths. Suddenly you become euphoric, docile. You accept your fate. It's all right here. Emergency water landing - 600 miles an hour. Blank faces, calm as Hindu cows. Narrator : That's, um... That's an interesting theory.

Share this: Facebook | Twitter | Permalink Hide options Narrator : A new car built by my company leaves somewhere traveling at 60 mph. The rear differential locks up. The car crashes and burns with everyone trapped inside. Now, should we initiate a recall? Take the number of vehicles in the field, A, multiply by the probable rate of failure, B, multiply by the average out-of-court settlement, C. A times B times C equals X. If X is less than the cost of a recall, we don't do one. Business woman on plane : Are there a lot of these kinds of accidents? Narrator : You wouldn't believe. Business woman on plane : Which car company do you work for? Narrator : A major one. Share this: Facebook | Twitter | Permalink Hide options Narrator : [while brutally beating Angel Face] I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every Panda that wouldn't screw to save its species. I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all the French beaches I'd never see. I wanted to breathe smoke. Richard Chesler : [Reading a piece of paper] The first rule of Fight Club is you don't talk about Fight Club?

Narrator : [Voice-over] I'm half asleep again; I must've left the original in the copy machine. Richard Chesler : The second rule of Fight Club - is this yours? Narrator : Huh? Richard Chesler : Pretend you're me, make a managerial decision: you find this, what would you do? Narrator : [pauses] Well, I gotta tell you: I'd be very, very careful who you talk to about that, because the person who wrote that... is dangerous. [Gets up from the chair] Narrator : [Talking slowly] And this button-down, Oxford-cloth psycho might just snap, and then stalk from office to office with an Armalite AR-10 carbine gas-powered semi-automatic weapon, pumping round after round into colleagues and co-workers. This might be someone you've known for years. Someone very, very close to you. Narrator : [Voice-over] Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. [Snatches the piece of paper from boss' hands] Narrator : [Voice-over] And I used to be such a nice guy. Narrator : Or maybe you shouldn't bring me every little piece of trash you happen to pick up.

[Phone rings] Narrator : [Into phone] Compliance and Liability...? Marla Singer : My tit's gonna rot off. Narrator : [to boss] Would you excuse me? I need to take this. Tyler Durden : Fuck damnation, man! Fuck redemption! We are God's unwanted children? So be it! Narrator : OK. Give me some water! Tyler Durden : Listen, you can run water over your hand and make it worse or... [shouts] Tyler Durden : Look at me... or you can use vinegar and neutralize the burn. Narrator : Please let me have it... *Please*! Tyler Durden : First you have to give up, first you have to *know*... not fear... *know*... that someday you're gonna die. Narrator : [reading] I am Jack's colon. Tyler Durden : I get cancer, I kill Jack. Narrator : Tyler, what the fuck is going on here? Tyler Durden : I ask you for one thing, one simple thing. Narrator : Why do people think that I'm you? Answer me! Tyler Durden : I think you know. Narrator : No, I don't.

Tyler Durden : Yes, you do. Why would anyone possibly confuse you with me? Narrator : Uh... I... I don't know. [Random flashbacks] Tyler Durden : It could be worse. A woman could cut off your penis while you're sleeping and toss it out the window of a moving car. Narrator : There's always that. Narrator : Look, nobody takes this more seriously than me. That condo was my life, okay? I loved every stick of furniture in that place. That was not just a bunch of stuff that got destroyed, it was ME! [voice-over] Tyler Durden : Just ask, man. Narrator : What are you talking about? Tyler Durden : [laughs] Three pitchers of beer, and you still can't ask. Tyler Durden : You call me because you need a place to stay. Narrator : Oh, hey, no, no, no, I didn't mean... Tyler Durden : Yes, you did. So just ask. Cut the foreplay and just ask. Narrator : Would - would that be a problem? Tyler Durden : Is it a problem for you to ask? Narrator : Can I stay at your place?

Share this: Facebook | Twitter | Permalink Hide options [while burning the Narrator's hand with lye] Tyler Durden : Shut up! Our fathers were our models for God. If our fathers bailed, what does that tell you about God? Narrator : No, no, I... don't... Tyler Durden : Listen to me! You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen. Share this: Facebook | Twitter | Permalink Hide options [to the Narrator who has just fired a warning shot into the window of an explosives filled van] Tyler Durden : WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! Ok, you are now firing a gun at your 'imaginary friend' near 400 GALLONS OF NITROGLYCERINE! Tyler Durden : Do you know what a duvet is? Narrator : It's a comforter... Tyler Durden : It's a blanket. Just a blanket. Now why do guys like you and me know what a duvet is? Is this essential to our survival, in the hunter-gatherer sense of the word? No.

What are we then? Tyler Durden : Where'd you go, psycho boy? Narrator : I felt like destroying something beautiful. Narrator : Bob is dead, they shot him in the head! Tyler Durden : You wanna make an omelet, you gotta break some eggs. Marla Singer : I got this dress at a thrift store for one dollar. Narrator : It was worth every penny. Marla Singer : It's a bridesmaid's dress. Someone loved it intensely for one day, and then tossed it. Like a Christmas tree. So special. Then, bam, it's on the side of the road. [Grabs Narrator's crotch] Marla Singer : Tinsel still clinging to it. Like a sex crime victim. Underwear inside out. Bound with electrical tape. Narrator : Well, then it suits you. Marla Singer : You can borrow it sometime. [after vigorous sex with Tyler Durden] Marla Singer : My God. I haven't been fucked like that since grade school. Share this: Facebook | Twitter | Permalink Hide options Narrator : This is crazy... Tyler Durden : People do it everyday, they talk to themselves...

they see themselves as they'd like to be, they don't have the courage you have, to just run with it. Narrator : What do you do for a living? Tyler Durden : Why? So you can pretend like you're interested? Share this: Facebook | Twitter | Permalink Hide options Narrator : You wake up at Seatac, SFO, LAX. You wake up at O'Hare, Dallas-Fort Worth, BWI. Pacific, mountain, central. Lose an hour, gain an hour. This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time. You wake up at Air Harbor International. If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person? Narrator : Sounds familiar. Tyler Durden : So I graduate, I call him up long distance, I say "Dad, now what?" He says, "Get a job." Narrator : Same here. Tyler Durden : Now I'm 25, make my yearly call again. I say Dad, "Now what?" He says, "I don't know, get married." Narrator : I can't get married, I'm a 30 year old boy.

Tyler Durden : We're a generation of men raised by women. I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer we need. Lou : [Lou hits Tyler in the face] Do you hear me now? Tyler Durden : No, I didn't quite catch that, Lou. [Lou hits Tyler again] Tyler Durden : Still not getting it. [Lou hits Tyler a few more times] Tyler Durden : Okay, I got it. Shit, I lost it. [Lou continues to beat up Tyler] Share this: Facebook | Twitter | Permalink Hide options Narrator : Tyler, I'm grateful to you; for everything that you've done for me. But this is too much. I don't want this. Tyler Durden : What do you want? Wanna go back to the shit job, fuckin' condo world, watching sitcoms? Fuck you, I won't do it. Share this: Facebook | Twitter | Permalink Hide options Tyler Durden : [to the police chief] Hi. You're going to call off your rigorous investigation. You're going to publicly state that there is no underground group. Or... these guys are going to take your balls.

They're going to send one to the New York Times, one to the LA Times press-release style. Look, the people you are after are the people you depend on. We cook your meals, we haul your trash, we connect your calls, we drive your ambulances. We guard you while you sleep. Do not... fuck with us. Narrator : [Tyler steers the car into the opposite lane and accelerates] What are you doing? Tyler Durden : Guys, what would you wish you'd done before you died? Ricky : Paint a self-portrait. Tyler Durden : [to Narrator] And you? Narrator : I don't know. Turn the wheel now, come on! Tyler Durden : You have to know the answer to this question! If you died right now, how would you feel about your life? Narrator : I don't know, I wouldn't feel anything good about my life, is that what you want to hear me say? Fine. Come on! Tyler Durden : [the Narrator is trying to disarm a car bomb of nitroglycerin] You don't know which wire to pull. Narrator : I know everything you do, so if you know I know.

Tyler Durden : Or maybe, since I knew you'd know I spent all days thinking about the wrong wires. [Narrator pauses] Share this: Facebook | Twitter | Permalink Hide options Richard Chesler : Get the fuck out of here, you're fired! Narrator : I have a better solution. You keep me on the payroll as an outside consultant and in exchange for my salary, my job will be never to tell people these things that I know. I don't even have to come into the office, I can do this job from home. Share this: Facebook | Twitter | Permalink Hide options Tyler Durden : In the world I see - you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway. Tyler Durden : I look around, I look around, I see a lot of new faces. [crowd laughing] Tyler Durden : Shut up.

Which means a lot of you have been breaking the first two rules of Fight Club. [while narrator is on the phone] Tyler Durden : Reject the basic assumptions of civilization, especially the importance of material possessions. Tyler Durden : OK: any historic figure. Narrator : I'd fight Gandhi. Share this: Facebook | Twitter | Permalink Hide options Tyler Durden : This is your pain. This is your burning hand. It's right here. Look at it. Narrator : I'm going to my cave. I'm going to my cave and I'm going to find my power animal. Tyler Durden : No! Don't deal with this the way those dead people do. Deal with it the way a living person does. Share this: Facebook | Twitter | Permalink Hide options Tyler Durden : All the ways you wish you could be, that's me. I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not. Narrator : Sorry, throwers? Airport Security Officer : Baggage handlers. But, when a suitcase vibrates, then the throwers gotta call the police. Narrator : My suitcase was vibrating?

Airport Security Officer : Nine times out of ten it's an electric razor, but every once in a while... [whispering] Airport Security Officer : it's a dildo. Of course it's company policy never to, imply ownership in the event of a dildo... always use the indefinite article a dildo, never your dildo. Narrator : I don't own... Share this: Facebook | Twitter | Permalink Hide options Narrator : We have front row seats for this theatre of mass destruction. The demolitions committee of Project Mayhem wrapped the foundation columns of a dozen buildings with blasting gelatin. In two minutes primary charges will blow base charges and a few square blocks will be reduced to smoldering rubble. I know this, because Tyler knows this. [First lines. Tyler points a gun into the Narrator's mouth] Narrator : [voiceover] People are always asking me if I know Tyler Durden. Tyler Durden : Three minutes. This is it - ground zero. Would you like to say a few words to mark the occasion? Narrator : ...i... ann... iinn... ff... nnyin... [voiceover] Narrator : With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels.

[Tyler removes the gun from the Narrator's mouth] Narrator : I can't think of anything. [voiceover] Narrator : For a second I totally forgot about Tyler's whole controlled demolition thing and I wonder how clean that gun is. Narrator : I know it seems like I have more than one side sometimes... Marla Singer : More than one side? You're Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Jackass! Narrator : I've found a new one. For men *only*. Marla Singer : Oh, is it a testicle thing? Narrator : Martha Stewart. Tyler Durden : Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha's polishing the brass on the Titanic. It's all going down, man. So fuck off with your sofa units and Strinne green stripe patterns. Share this: Facebook | Twitter | Permalink Hide options Narrator : Tyler was a night person. While the rest of us were sleeping, he worked. He had one part time job as a projectionist. See, a movie doesn't come all on one big reel. It comes on a few. So someone has to be there to switch the projectors at the exact moment that one reel ends and the next one begins.

If you look for it, you can see these little dots come into the upper right-hand corner of the screen. Tyler Durden : In the industry, we call them "cigarette burns." Narrator : That's the cue for a changeover. He flips the projectors, the movie keeps right on going, and nobody in the audience has any idea. Tyler Durden : Why would anyone want this shit job? Narrator : Because it affords him other interesting opportunities. Tyler Durden : Like splicing single frames of pornography into family films. Share this: Facebook | Twitter | Permalink Hide options Narrator : Oh, yeah, Chloe... Chloe looked the way Meryl Streep's skeleton would look if you made it smile and walk around the party being extra nice to everybody. Chloe : Well, I'm still here. But I don't know for how long. That's as much certainty as anyone can give me. But I've got some good news: I no longer have any fear of death. But... I am in a pretty lonely place. No one will have sex with me. I'm so close to the end, and all I want is to get laid for the last time.

I have pornographic movies in my apartment, and lubricants, and amyl nitrite... [the group leader takes the mic] Group Leader : Thank you, Chloe... everyone, let's thank Chloe. Narrator : [V.O] This is Bob. Bob had bitch tits. [Camera pans to a REMAINING MEN TOGETHER sign] Narrator : [V.O] This was a support group for men with testicular cancer. The big moosie slobbering all over me... that was Bob. Robert 'Bob' Paulson : We're still men. Narrator : [slightly muffled due to Bob's enormous breasts] Yes, we're men. Men is what we are. [V.O] Narrator : Eight months ago, Bob's testicles were removed. Then hormone therapy. He developed bitch tits because his testosterone was too high and his body upped the estrogen. And that was where I fit... Robert 'Bob' Paulson : They're gonna have to open my pecs again to drain the fluid. Narrator : [V.O] Between those huge sweating tits that hung enormous, the way you'd think of God's as big. Narrator: Great. Ricky: Keep it up then.

Narrator: This chick Marla Singer did not have testicular cancer. She was a liar. She had no diseases at all. I had seen her at Free and Clear, my blood parasites group Thursdays. Then at Hope, my bimonthly sickle cell circle. And again at Seize the Day, my tuberculosis Friday night. Marla, the big tourist. Her lie reflected my lie, and suddenly, I felt nothing. Narrator: If I did have a tumor, I'd name it Marla. Narrator: When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep... and you're never really awake. Tyler Durden: We buy things we don't need, to impress people we don't like Tyler Durden: We buy things we don't need, to impress people we don't like. Tyler Durden: The things you own end up owning you. Narrator: I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection Narrator: I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection. Tyler Durden: Now this is a chemical burn. Tyler Durden: We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no great war. No great depression.

Our great war's a spiritual one...our great depression...is our lives. Narrator: You can swallow a pint of blood before you get sick. Tyler Durden: Listen up maggots! You are not special! You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake! You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else! We are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world! We are all part of the same compost keep. Narrator: On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero. Tyler Durden: Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken. Tyler Durden: It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything. Tyler Durden: Now the passing etiquette. Do I give you the ass or the crotch? Tyler Durden: God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives.

We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off. Tyler Durden: Fuck damnation, man! Fuck redemption! We are God's unwanted children? So be it! Tyler Durden: Now, a question of etiquette - as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch? Narrator: This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time. Tyler Durden: I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let... lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may. Tyler Durden: We're consumers. We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty, these things don't concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy's name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Olestra. Narrator: Martha Stewart. Tyler Durden: Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha's polishing the brass on the Titanic. It's all going down, man. So fuck off with your sofa units and Strinne green stripe patterns.

Narrator: You met me at a very strange time in my life. Tyler Durden: Welcome to Fight Club. The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is: you DO NOT talk about Fight Club! Third rule of Fight Club: someone yells "stop!", goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule: only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule: one fight at a time, fellas. Sixth rule: No shirts, no shoes. Seventh rule: fights will go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule: if this is your first time at Fight Club, you have to fight. Tyler Durden: Welcome to Fight Club. The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is: you DO NOT talk about Fight Club! Third rule of Fight Club: someone yells 'stop!', goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule: only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule: one fight at a time, fellas. Sixth rule: No shirts, no shoes.

Seventh rule: fights will go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule: if this is your first time at Fight Club, you have to fight. Tyler Durden: This is your pain. This is your burning hand. It's right here. Look at it. Narrator: I'm going to my cave. I'm going to my cave and I'm going to find my power animal. Tyler Durden: No! Don't deal with this the way those dead people do. Deal with it the way a living person does. Tyler Durden: Fuck off with your sofa units and strine green stripe patterns, I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let... lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may. Tyler Durden: We're consumers. We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty, these things don't concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy's name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Olestra. Narrator: Martha Stewart Narrator: Martha Stewart. Tyler Durden: Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha's polishing the brass on the Titanic.

It's all going down, man. So fuck off with your sofa units and Strinne green stripe patterns. Tyler Durden: Self improvement is masturbation. Now self destruction... Narrator: When people think you're dying, they really, really listen to you, instead of just... Marla Singer: instead of just waiting for their turn to speak? Marla Singer: Instead of just waiting for their turn to speak? Tyler Durden: Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else. Ricky: Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives.

We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off. Narrator: I am Jack's smirking revenge. Tyler Durden: Where'd you go, psycho boy? Narrator: I felt like destroying something beautiful. Tyler Durden: The things you own end up owning you. Tyler Durden: It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything Tyler Durden: It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything. Tyler Durden: You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. Narrator: I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every Panda that wouldn't screw to save its species. Narrator: On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero. Tyler Durden: Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.

Tyler Durden: It's only after you lost everything that you are free to do anything. Tyler Durden: Yeah Yeah I *69'ed you I never pick up my phone Tyler Durden: Yeah I *69'ed you I never pick up my phone Tyler Durden: You're not your job, you're not how much money you have in bank, you're not the car you drive, you're not the contents of your wallet, you're not your fucking khakis, you're all-signing all-dancing crap of the world. Tyler Durden: You know why they put oxygen masks on planes? Narrator: So you can breath. Tyler Durden: Oxygen makes you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you're taking giant panicked breaths. Suddenly you become euphoric, docile. You accept your fate.

Tyler Durden: "You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake; You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else; We are all part of the same compost heap; We are the all singing, all dancing, crap of the world" Tyler Durden: You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake; You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else; We are all part of the same compost heap; We are the all singing, all dancing, crap of the world. Narrator: "With a gun barrel pressed between you're teeth, you speak only in vowels" Narrator: With a gun barrel pressed between you're teeth, you speak only in vowels. Tyler Durden: "You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world." Tyler Durden: You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. Narrator: "When deep space exploration ramps up, it will be the corporations that name everything, the Microsoft Galaxy, the IBM stellar sphere, Planet Starbucks...

" Narrator: When deep space exploration ramps up, it will be the corporations that name everything, the Microsoft Galaxy, the IBM stellar sphere, Planet Starbucks... Narrator: On a long enough timeline the survival rate for everyone drops to zero Narrator: On a long enough timeline the survival rate for everyone drops to zero. Tyler Durden: Fight Club was the beginning, now it's moved out of the basement, it's called Project Mayhem. Tyler Durden: Hey, you created me. I didn't create some loser alter-ego to make myself feel better. Take some responsibility! Tyler Durden: Okay! You are now firing a gun at your imaginary friend, next to 40,000 POUNDS OF NITROGLYCERINE! Tyler Durden: You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. Ricky: I understand. In death a member of project mayhem has a name. His name is Robert Paulson. His name is Robert Paulson. His name is...

Tyler Durden: Okay! You are now firing a gun at your imaginary friend, next to 40,000 POUNDS OF NITROGLYCERINE! Tyler Durden: I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who have ever lived an entire generation pumping gas and waiting tables; or they're slaves with white collars. Advertisements have them chasing cars and clothes, working jobs they hate so they can buy shit they don't need. We are the middle children of history, with no purpose or place. We have no great war, or great depression. The great war is a spiritual war. The great depression is our lives. We were raised by television to believe that we'd be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars -- but we won't. And we're learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed-off. Narrator: When you have a gun in your mouth, you can only speak in vowels. Tyler Durden: The things you own end up owning you Tyler Durden: The things you own end up owning you. Tyler Durden: You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake.

You are the same decaying organic matter as everyone else, and we are all part of the same compost pile. Tyler Durden: Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else. Ricky: Do NOT F*** with us! Marla Singer: I haven't been F***ed like that since grade school. Marla Singer: I haven't been f***ed like that since grade school. Tyler Durden: I want you to hit me as hard as you can Tyler Durden: I want you to hit me as hard as you can. Tyler Durden: You have a kind of sick desperation in your laugh. Tyler Durden: This is our first day at Fight Club, no shirts, no shoes, and what we do on our first day is...fight! Tyler Durden: This is our first day at Fight Club, no shirts, no shoes, and what we do on our first day is... fight! Tyler Durden: Stop controlling everything and just let go! (Narrator lets car go and crashes) Tyler Durden: Stop controlling everything and just let go!

[car crashes] Narrator: I've never been in an accident before, this is my first time. Tyler Durden: Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you're taking giant panicked breaths. Suddenly you become euphoric, docile. You accept your fate. It's all right here. Emergency water landing - 600 miles an hour. Blank faces, calm as Hindu cows Tyler Durden: Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you're taking giant panicked breaths. Suddenly you become euphoric, docile. You accept your fate. It's all right here. Emergency water landing - 600 miles an hour. Blank faces, calm as Hindu cows. Narrator: And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom. Narrator: And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom. Narrator: I got in everyone's hostile little face. Yes, these are bruises from fighting. Yes, I'm comfortable with that. I am enlightened.

Narrator: Every evening I died, and every evening I was born again. Narrator: Every evening I died, and every evening I was born again, resurrected. Tyler Durden: Fuck what you know. You need to forget about what you know, that's your problem. Forget about what you think you know about life, about friendship, and especially about you and me. Tyler Durden: Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken. Marla Singer: A condom is the glass slipper for our generation. You slip one on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, and then you throw it away. The condom, I mean, not the stranger Marla Singer: ...Condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip one on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night... then you throw it away. The condom, I mean, not the stranger. Tyler Durden: First rule of fight club: Do not talk about fight club. Second rule of fight club: DO NOT TALK ABOUT FIGHT CLUB! Tyler Durden: Welcome to Fight Club. The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club.

The second rule of Fight Club is: you DO NOT talk about Fight Club! Tyler Durden: You decide your own level of involvement! Narrator: On a long enough timeline the survival rate for everyone reaches zero. Narrator: On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero. Tyler Durden: You wanna make an omlet, you gotta break some eggs. Tyler Durden: You wanna make an omelet, you gotta break some eggs. Narrator: It was beautiful. We were selling rich women their own fat asses back to them. Narrator: If you wake up at a different time in a different place, could you wake up as a different person? Tyler Durden: I want you, to hit me as hard as you can Tyler Durden: I want you to hit me as hard as you can. Tyler Durden: Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken... Tyler Durden: Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken. Tyler Durden: Tomorrow will be the most beautiful day of Raymond K. Hessel's life. His breakfast will taste better than any meal you and I have ever tasted. Marla Singer: You are like Dr.

Jeckyl and Mr. Jackass Marla Singer: You're Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Jackass! Narrator: "With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy." Narrator: With insomnia, nothing is real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy. Tyler Durden: Where'd you go, psycho boy? Narrator: I felt like destroying something beautiful. Narrator: I am Jack's smirking revenge Narrator: I am Jack's smirking revenge. Tyler Durden: The first rule of fight club is: you do not talk about fight club Tyler Durden: The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club. Tyler Durden: I am Jack prostate. I get cancer. I kill Jack. Tyler Durden: I am Jack's prostate. I get cancer. I kill Jack. Narrator: You wake up at Seatac, SFO, LAX. You wake up at O'Hare, Dallas-Fort Worth, BWI. Pacific, mountain, central. Lose an hour, gain an hour.

This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time. You wake up at Air Harbor International. If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person? Tyler Durden: We are the all singing all dancing crap of the world. Narrator: I Am Jack's Complete Lack of Surprise Narrator: I am Jack's complete lack of surprise. Narrator: I Am Jack's Inflamed Sense of Rejection Narrator: You met me at a very strange time in my life. Tyler Durden: It could be worse. A woman could cut your penis off and throw it out the window of a moving car. Tyler Durden: First rule of Fight Club: You do not talk about Fight Club. Second rule of Fight Club: You DO NOT talk about Fight Club! Tyler Durden: Now, a question of etiquette - as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch? Narrator: This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time. ×Close Submit a Quote from 'Fight Club' A quote can be a single line from one character or a memorable dialog between several characters. Please make your quotes accurate.

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